Unpaid endorsement

The thing that made Milo go insane this evening was a Kitty Can’t Cope Sack which is probably at least five years old. Simon and Dash have been gnawing on it, rubbing it on their faces, and generally flipping out on it since long before our littlest feline monster was born. There is at least as much cat saliva in this thing as kitty ganja. And yet, it still has the mojo. Even more miraculous, it’s still intact.

This is weapons-grade catnip, my friends. And three for less than $10? By my reckoning, that’s about fifteen years of cat-frenzy. A bargain.